Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
She could see her uncle in the distance.
Not saying anything, and wandering along the edges, it just gave her moments of pause and space, refuge in the silence. Amidst the fireflies and lantern light, she carried the ones from last year, for she’d been chosen with them, along with Nate’s. It had been carved with presumption, but given everything else that had toppled around, the rumors, and information gathered amidst those fallen and gone, his absence just made it all the more noticeable. For all his capabilities, strength, dominion, and power…
The Honeybee didn’t finish the thought, and began to thread the cluster of lights amidst others, wondering if the vivid, painted hues would reflect the way Nate’s arms could twist around, or the little mechanical edges would signify anything.
Not saying anything, and wandering along the edges, it just gave her moments of pause and space, refuge in the silence. Amidst the fireflies and lantern light, she carried the ones from last year, for she’d been chosen with them, along with Nate’s. It had been carved with presumption, but given everything else that had toppled around, the rumors, and information gathered amidst those fallen and gone, his absence just made it all the more noticeable. For all his capabilities, strength, dominion, and power…
The Honeybee didn’t finish the thought, and began to thread the cluster of lights amidst others, wondering if the vivid, painted hues would reflect the way Nate’s arms could twist around, or the little mechanical edges would signify anything.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
